Gourmet

I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain.

She's waiting on another man, No one drank again.

She flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips.

Led me just enough. I shouldn't have tipped.

I say 'well', the food there was crap.

The other one there, I didn't give two glances.

She's in love with my soul - She think's I'm attractive.

She forraged a smile, I saw the floor.

She tried again, I examined the ashtray.

I say 'well'.

But I still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap.